Hearing the tragedian's low and magnetic voice, Annan suddenly felt a numbness and chill in his spine.
Like a purple-black snake fruit full of juice.
Or...
It's like being stared at by a snake wrapped around an apple tree branch.
Although the tragedy writer is a god of the younger generation.
But the sense of oppression coming from him was stronger than that of Zhi Ji and Shi Fu, who were older than him, Annan had met.
The pressure alone is close to the level of the Faceless Poet.
What kind of look should I say?
——There is no malice or murderous intention in it.
It was a gaze that was as calm as the sea at midnight. Under the completely invisible darkness, there was a faint light of hope.
Compared to that level of mystery and darkness.
On the contrary, it is the pure child-like curiosity and joy that makes people feel scared.
Just like a child tearing off the wings of a butterfly and wondering how it will fly; like a child flooding the ant nest with juice and happily watching them drown in the gift.
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably be so scared that he couldn't even move.
Annan, who had no fear, could even feel numbness on his back. It was as if electric current was constantly passing through... which made him feel unusually excited and excited. His whole body was shaking with excitement, and his breathing was a little heavy.
He even couldn't help but clenched his fists to relieve the pressure.
"I do have something to see you for."
In front of the tragedian, Annan did not pretend - he did not hide his emotions at all.
Because it's impossible to hide it.
"You just gave me a large amount of Holy Light Seal not long ago, right?"
"Huh huh huh...that's right."
The tragedian raised the corners of his mouth and let out a deep laugh: "You let me watch a good show. This is exactly what you deserve."
"A good show?"
"Don't you know it very well yourself? This extremely delicate tragedy is like an inverted 'Gemini' story - the dead son of God, the son of man who sacrificed everything to save the other person, and the man who sacrificed everything in his dream to save his friend.
The son of God who would rather die.
"The never-ending spiral of sacrifice entangled in fate... This is exactly the "Gemini" on the tragic level.
"And, at the moment when the spiral was cut off - the conspiracy was exposed, the betrayal was repeated, but the turbid soul of a mere childish person emitted a golden light in an instant... This is exactly what I want to see."
At this point, the tragedy writer suddenly showed a half-smiling face: "There is also a person who thinks that the past history has long been forgotten.
"Suddenly he woke up in a dream and realized that his secret had been exposed...the panic and uneasiness. And from this panic and uneasiness, what kind of decision would he make?
"Are you notifying this information to your 'other self'? Or are you trying to reunite with your other self? Or are you planning to personally exterminate the person who learned the information? What kind of conspiracy will emerge from this?
That's what I'm curious about... what I want to see, the tragic [sequel]."
He said in one breath.
Excited and uneasy.
No matter what the tragedian was saying, the smile on his face could never be completely gone.
It's like someone used a red-hot iron fork to brand this shame on you.
"So, my lovely Annan."
His deep voice lingered in Annan's ears: "I will give you a reward...is there anything wrong with it?"
Annan believed that if He were by his side at this moment, he would definitely hold his shoulder with one hand from behind - the intuition brought by his extraordinary perception told him exactly this.
"It's more than that."
Annan just looked directly into the tragedy writer's eyes.
I wonder if there is any hidden problem with this mirror.
Annan always felt that... his smile seemed to be somewhat similar to that of the tragedy writer, and it was becoming more and more similar.
He asked the tragedy writer seriously: "You think the story about 'me' is also a tragedy - don't you?"
Annan is really so doubtful.
I am afraid that before he lost his memory, when he came to the Kingdom of Noah and saw Kafni for the first time, the tragedy writer had already noticed him.
The son of the Grand Duke who voluntarily gave up his memory in order to ascend to a higher position, and the future god who was favored by the Book of Truth.
If the tragedy writer himself is a fun person...
So is the story of Annan becoming Don Juan Geraint also under the gaze of the tragedian?
"Not always."
Unexpectedly, the tragedy writer firmly gave a negative answer to this question.
"Destiny is a rut in the sky."
The tragedy writer slowly said: "This sentence can also be understood as, [destiny] is the loser after fighting the sky carriage. Knocking down the unfortunate fate of others and then standing on it, this is not the fate of fighting fate.
drama?
"Your story is destined to be an epic, so how could I not pay attention to it? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether your journey is full of success or full of regrets... At the end of your story
Before, I would not have made any comments and would have arbitrarily defined it as a tragedy.
"No one can comment on your life, Annan. Neither can I."
The tragic writer's gentle voice sounded in Annan's ears.
He was just full of joy, showing a satisfied smile and gently spreading his hands.
"I'm just in quiet joy."
He said slowly and heavily: "Even if you didn't call me today, I would still look at you with the same smile."
It was an extremely hot "love".
Like a sculptor gazing eagerly at an unfinished stone or wooden statue... just like a painter gazing at messy blocks of color.
Although it looks like a prototype, just a random application of colors.
But for creators, what they really want to create is already "hidden in it".
Annan realized...
The tragedian may know more than he first thinks.
He may have been paying attention to himself.
The reason why he suddenly gave himself one hundred and twenty Holy Light Seals... was probably not just because he saw a good story.
Instead, he saw two story lines, finally intertwined and merged into one in front of him.
"...It's useless for me to ask for your Holy Light Mark."
Annan was silent for a while and then spoke in a low voice.
"oh?"
Seeing this, the tragedy writer's lips became more and more raised: "Have you already said it so rudely?
"Did you notice something... Annan?"
That's right, when he first met the tragic writer, Annan planned to be more tactful.
Because Annan was not sure at first whether he would anger the other party by returning the Holy Light Seal he had just given to him and asking for a discount.
This kind of tea art...if it were left in the world of Conan, Annan would be on the deathbed.
But he soon realized...the tragedian would not be angry about this.
Because compared to what happened over there in Trissino.
The protagonist of the "script" that he cares more about...is none other than Annan himself.
Yes.
It was not because of the interesting changes in Trissino's nightmare that he gave Annan so many Holy Light Marks.
——But because the person who gave this nightmare an interesting twist was "Annan".
Get to the root of it.
In the beginning, this was the mark of the Holy Light that the tragic writer found an excuse to give himself.
This is not entirely impossible.
If there's anything wrong... maybe it's the calling of the tragedian itself.
But considering Trissino's precognitive ability.
…Isn’t this really the future that the tragedian saw?
It was precisely in order to be able to have a dialogue with Annan now that He gave him so many Holy Light Marks...
Even earlier...
It was extremely rare that Annan had a creepy feeling on his body.
That's why he didn't want to delay any longer - if all this was what the tragedian had expected, it would be better to solve it quickly.